Fade. Blur. Switch. I am standing in front of a different location that looks like a traditional home of Japan. A young girl, a teen, sits on the elevated platform of the household. Her kimono is a brilliant purple with soft pink edges and a dark navy obi. She is looking down at her feet and it takes me a moment to realize that she’s crying. At first, she is mumbling to herself in her native tongue that I don’t understand. But soon the words morph and I can hear and comprehend every single word that escapes from .

“He does not love me.”

In this past life, they were not in love.

Val here, back with the sequel to A Taste of Temptation!

I know I've made many of you wait way too long for this, but it's finally here. I will try my very best to upload a new chapter more frequently. Once I get a real schedule going I will let you all know what day of the week I'll update (it will probably be on Sunday's) I really missed writing as a creative outlet, and I also need to brush up on my skills so I'm extremely excited to start this new fic. For those of you that know Dissipate, yes I am still writing it. Again, I am such a terrible person for making you wait for that story as well. I do hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: any similarities to other works are completely coincidental. Please don't plagiarize! Also, if you want to translate to another language, please ask me beforehand for my consent!